A shadow embarks bearing a heavy loadAnd makes his way down the Forgetful Road.

This creature is a stranger, but it seems that all who are seen traveling this road are strangers. He has no bags, no pack, his arms are empty. But he bears a heavy burden all the same. You can see it in his stride, his posture, his sullen appearance. This shadow chose this road over every other remaining option. A thousand wrong turns brought him here. A thousand more turns lay directly ahead.

A shadow embarks bearing a heavy loadAnd makes his way down the Forgetful Road.

From this point forward, every fork in the road is a penance. Every crossroad is a chance to escape. Every decision made is an opportunity to be unburdened of the consequences of a decision made before he reached this road. When the burden is dropped the unwanted memory is dissipated. The road continues to wind deeper into the darkness ahead. Though there are many branches, all branches still belong to this one road.

A shadow embarks bearing a heavy loadAnd makes his way down the Forgetful Road.

As the shadow makes his way further down the road the decisions come easier, he makes them a little quicker. Though the darkness grows deeper and deeper and the road descends lower and lower, the shadow seems more lively. Too many memories are like a death sentence for the shadows. A shadow filled with memories runs the risk of becoming material, of taking on substance, of taking on mass. He cannot imagine what he might become if this happened, he doesn't even want to think about what might become of him. He decides to play...